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THE AUTUMN WEAVER.

" Up in tho hills the weaver weaves A carpet rich and rare, Made out of all the myriad leaves That set his palette there! " The oak's deep red, the hemlock's green, The maple's varied hues, With sweet gum's purples in between, He weaves as ho may choose. " For. blues he gathers mountain haze, For grays the gold-rod's spires, And over all puts sunset's blaze, Alight with autumn's fires." —James B» Carrington, jScribnar's Magazine* ( • :

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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 19608, 9 April 1927, Page 7 (Supplement)

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THE AUTUMN WEAVER. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 19608, 9 April 1927, Page 7 (Supplement)

THE AUTUMN WEAVER. New Zealand Herald, Volume LXIV, Issue 19608, 9 April 1927, Page 7 (Supplement)